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traveling through the stars.
(SHIPS WHIRRING)
(SIGHS)
Give them the coordinates to Dantooine.
MON MOTHMA: I only wish words had more of an impact.
your crew will not be allowed to board our vessel.
Thing's quick.
Whoever they are, Senator Organa wants them
(ALL GROANING)
Please understand, due to security concerns,
(SCOFFS)
Keep working.
The nebula?
Whoa, who's that?
I've spent my life in the Senate trying to do good,
I could say the same, Gold Leader.
to a proper hiding place.
- You got anyone who can fly it? - Yeah, me.
As you wish, Grand Admiral.
(CHUCKLES)
imposing his tyranny under the pretense of security.
to hunt down and capture this rogue Senator.
(LASERS FIRING)
(CHUCKLES) Oh, you got him!
but you didn't give us much information to go on.
Proton torpedoes?
We're burning up.
Beginning today,
(CHOPPER GRUNTING)
Gold Leader, we need a diversion.